#tracy headcanon

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👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking? / for the gang!

sex+romance headcanons!|| @sxlverswan

[This one is really quite easy: it’s really kind of split down the middle. Here’s the official list:

Prefers to be asked out: Aya, Sarah, Iris, Shora, Tracy

Prefers to do the asking: Abby, Andria, Leoxa, Jessica

Doesn’t care: Jen

Jen gets a special category because she, quote “doesn’t give a flying fuck who does the askin’”.

For the others, it’s kind of based on their personalities. Obviously those who prefer to do the asking are the more confident ones of the group.]

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Trying to adjust to a new city was always difficult. Tracy had learned that over the course of her life, bouncing from foster home to foster home during much of her childhood and teenage years back in the states. This would normally be no different, if not for the fact that this wasn’t a new city. Not technically, anyways. London was familiar to her, even if the London she once knew was both exactly the same and completely different.

In just the course of a week, everything Tracy thought she knew about herself had been turned upside down, shaken, and then promptly tossed out the nearest window. And now she lived in a world where she - Tracy Adams - had never even existed. As a human, anyways. She couldn’t apply for asylum, there were no documents proving she had come from anywhere. And the hospital was out too - even if she claimed amnesia, the doctors would spot something off about her the moment they tried to listen to her heart.

So she was stuck. A refugee in her own country, adrift a sea of confusion.

The only true bright side to this situation was that the city was still the same. She could walk the streets of some neighborhoods blind, and she trusted her feet even when her mind was off in a million other places. This is how she ended up at the steps to the library - the perfect place for someone in her situation. If she could find out what to do anywhere, it would be within the walls of the library.

Familiarity was a welcome sight for Tracy - the sounds of pages turning, of computer equipment softly humming, of children whispering and giggling among themselves. The soft sounds of a public library was calming to her anxious mind, allowing her to at least try and focus on what she needed to find.

Now she only hoped that somewhere, somehow, she could find the answers to her questions.

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[In other news, Tracy - my Doctor Who OC - now has a RL faceclaim!

Golshifteh Farahani!]